I hope. I'd love to stay in love but the pain is slowly eating me up. Can it kill my feelings instead of myself? I know I said in my previous blog (http://xinalia.blogspot.com/2012/09/i-had-epiphany-this-afternoon-while.html) that I will forget about the past.
I hope that the day will come when I will no longer have questions - does he or doesn't he care for me? Is there still hope? I know it could go either way but at least I'd have answers. I hate uncertainty. It's killing me.